Chapter 921

Unlike Mo Ling's bewilderment.

In Little Mo Ling's understanding, she always felt Lin An was just about the same as her, neither good nor bad, merely a 'pitiful person' in the apocalypse.

Although Lin An is strong, he has told his teammates more than once in private that his goal is only to survive; as for saving the world or such righteousness, he doesn't care at all, let alone being a messianic symbol.

She is very clear that if she and Lin An ever have an accident...

No, even if some things inside the base were leaked, it would be good enough if humanity didn't fear and oppose them.

Monster, how could it possibly be humanity's hope?

Those who know the truth would be strange if they didn't regard them as enemies.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but start to feel some 'doubt'.

"Lin An?"

She asked softly, but there was no response.

Beside her, unlike Mo Ling who knows the inside information, Yuan Feng's breathing is rapid, wildly imagining things in his mind.

"Lin An..."

Global number one; almost every system announcement is triggered by this man.

His strength is incomparably strong, surpassing the globe, indeed matching the ability that a so-called 'savior' should have.

He still can't forget how, in the trial, Lin An alone terrified the world with his horrifying performance.

That really is, too terrifying.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so scared upon seeing Lin An that he fled immediately.

Somewhat bewildered, unbelievable.

"Savior.."

"That's right..."

He stared fixedly at the silent Lin An; long ago, among survivors, there had indeed been talk of a savior.

After all, the apocalypse is too desperate; people instinctively want to place their hope in a vague, illusory individual.

At the beginning, it wasn't that no one had suggested Lin An was 'heaven's chosen' or something similar.

After all, the establishment of the first Safe Zone truly uplifted spirits.

But after the first deathmatch livestream, coupled with the officials' vague attitude, many felt that if a true savior existed, it could hardly be someone as ruthless as Lin An.

"Savior, hope..."

That should be someone who maintains an extremely positive image and goes around rescuing them.

That should be the spokesperson who embodies kindness, benevolence, and all that is good.

"But Lin An?"

In private, many feel that Lin An merely has strength but is actually no different from other wanton Awakened Ones, even more brutal.

Just because he mocked a few sentences, how many innocent survivors have died miserably at Lin An's hands?

"But now..."

He swallowed dryly.

At this moment, only Yuan Feng himself knows how shocked he truly is inside.

Regardless of what came before, no matter how impossible it seems.

But what the enemy values, what can be said from the enemy's mouth, is ninety-nine percent true.

A terrifying force capable of dispatching large numbers of Third Rank beings, willing to pay any cost to kill Lin An, even an unknown race, values Lin An so highly.

How could that possibly be false?

Dazed and shocked, Yuan Feng's steps faltered as he walked a few steps toward Lin An, his eyes somewhat excited as he grabbed Lin An's arm.

He didn't care about losing composure, nor did he care what he was doing.

As a survivor, he now only wants to confirm this fact from Lin An's mouth.

"Lin An... you really are!?"

"Are you the savior chosen by the system!? Are you here to save us!?"

"Can this apocalypse end!?"

Half excited, half inexplicably afraid of Lin An's denial, Yuan Feng asked in a frantic, incoherent manner.

No wonder he's so excited.

Among global survivors, who doesn't yearn to end this apocalypse, who doesn't hope someone will step forward to end this nightmare.

Yes, some powerful Awakened Ones do live quite comfortably in the apocalypse, but everyone knows they are like travelers in a desert drinking the last sip of water before dying of thirst.

Don't look at Yuan Feng being a top-notch Awakened One; in most survivors' eyes, he is even like a local emperor, high and mighty.

But only he himself knows.

Behind the brief pleasure of enjoying the collapse of order lies day-and-night waking from nightmares, fearing the next second's zombie tide attack, or dying from various horrifying events.

The pressure is truly too great.

This constant anxiety, living day after day under immense fear, has already driven too many people mad.

Many Awakened Ones who have become perverted and lost their humanity are almost all unable to bear this pressure, beginning to indulge themselves.

Yuan Feng asks himself, the apocalypse has indeed given him unimaginable power, even changed his fate, turning him from an ordinary college student into a dominant power in his region.

But behind this are his parents dead to zombie mouths, the object of his affection turned into a zombie, and hardly anyone he knows still alive today.

This immense loneliness and bewilderment feels like a pair of giant hands tightly gripping his throat.

He asks himself he's not stupid, his heart is ruthless enough, but what is that? There are far more people who are crueler, stronger, more talented than him, yet how many dare claim they can keep surviving?

If given a choice, he would rather the apocalypse not have broken out.

Only by losing a peaceful life does one know how precious that life is.

He neither denied nor spoke.

Lin An did not answer the two's questions, simply turning and leaving without hesitation.

He also did not know the answer to Yuan Feng's question.

Or rather, he did not want to think about it.

He only knew he had to rush back as quickly as possible to prevent any mishap.

Xiong Hanzi wasn't worried; a Third Rank intermediate couldn't kill that guy, his only concern was Long An.

Without him, Long'an Base hardly had any high-end combat power.

Although AnXia is Third Rank, as a Mutant she is extremely fast, so she might still have a chance to hold off the opponent.

But Lin An was exactly afraid of that.

He could only hope that Chu An could hold Long An and not suffer too great a loss!

Behind him, unlike Yuan Feng, who had previously obeyed only out of fear of Lin An's strength, his eyes now held an inexplicable emotion as he hurried to catch up.

Outside Yingshan Safe Zone, in a forest as if bombarded by artillery, two figures collided wildly.

Trees all around lay fallen in rows, fierce shockwaves spilling out.

Fuck... your mother!

Come again!

Wielding the death-by-a-thousand-cuts, a silver giant bear drenched in blood let out a wild, feral grin.

Standing opposite was a man whose limbs were like worms, with four pairs of insectoid compound eyes arranged in an extremely disgusting manner on his face.

He remained silent, his chest heaving rapidly.

The compound-eyed man gasped heavily, his spiritual energy flickering weakly all over.

Looking at the giant bear before him that seemed impossible to kill, even growing stronger the more he fought, he felt his anger had nowhere to go.

Damn it!

Why won't this budge at all! At first I could chase Zhang Tie and slaughter wildly, then later I couldn't break his defense, and now I can hardly inflict any damage!

I can't understand what talent this giant bear possesses; I clearly struck its head with a full-force, death-defying blow!

Withdraw or continue!?

If I keep fighting, I might actually be beaten to death by this bear!

Not giving him much time to think, Zhang Tie licked his lips, contemptuously flipped the middle finger at the compound-eyed man, then let out a roar and charged straight at him:

Idiot* trash!

I'll fuck you to death!

Seeing the figure showing signs of retreat, a flash of mockery crossed Zhang Tie's eyes; the speed he could have held back, he now unleashed at full force!

You want to run!?

After fighting him this long, if I don't squeeze out his feces, I'm not a Zhang!